Doors of Stockholm and vicinity

One of the things I do when traveling is watch for interesting doors and entries. Stockholm offered a specimen or two. So far my best sightings were in Tossa de Mar, Spain. We've recently acquired a scanner and, if I ever get this office organized, I'll set it up and scan some really great Tossa door photos for you. At any rate, here are a couple of doors, entries, etc. from Stockholm:

This first one is a knocker. The door itself was cool but difficult to photograph due to its size and location on a narrow street in the Gamla Stan, Stockholm's oldest neighborhood.


This is the old keyhole in a barn door in Uppsala.

Unfortunately I've nothing in there for scale but note how thin the actual door is.

This is my favorite kind. Door within the carriage door. You know there is some great open space behind that. That's one of the most intriguing things about older areas like this. On the street it feels so close and congested. There is nothing but mostly windowless walls and doors on the narrow streeta and then you get inside and there are plants and open courtyards and apartments.

You can get a glimpse of the green space inside through this door on the left. I also love the contrast and the close proximity of the two entries.

back from the hinterlands

We're back in Stockholm. Flying home Wednesday. Had a great time up in the land where the sun barely sets.
Enjoyed a smörgasbord with my friend's family. 6 types of picked herring. Veggies swimming in creme fraiche. Swedish shnapps. Mosquitos and the endless days of midsommar.
Loads of fun, truly.
Our 6 weeks of travel is soon to come to an end. How bizarre it will be to go home. I bet E doesn't even remember the place.

hej from stockholm

Busy, folks. We're having a great time. Travelling with the little one is a lot of work but not as much as you might expect.

Can you see these Swedish letters in blogger?: ö å ä

We're having a dinner party tomorrow night to watch Sweden v. England and the next day we are leaving to head north for Midsömmar - the solstice. Apologies to those of you who have been waiting for your invitation to the 2nd annual summer solstice party. We're going to hold it belatedly upon our return to the states.

A couple of mundane differences noted:
1. Pets are not spayed or neutered.
2. People don't use credit cards, they use debit cards.
3. The toilets have 2 flushing options, number 1 (small flush) and number 2 (big flush).

apologies

sorry. i have morphed so completely into my island self that i generally forget that i have a blog at all. there is something about this place - the contentment and completeness of the space i think - that makes it difficult to make plans, to return phone calls, etc. it's much easier to gadabout, read a book out in the yard, walk down to the ice cream shop for a cone and then walk "out backshore"to listen to the surf. to mosey on home as the daylight dwindles, throw some veggies on the grill and fall asleep in front of the red sox game. at night as you lie in bed you can hear the bell buoy marking the ledge in whitehead passage chiming away and, when it's foggy, the horns at two lights and portland head.

i told dad and mary that i was moving in permanently.